Douluo Continent: We agreed on a simulation, but they've come to life?

Looking at the five Soul Kings opposite him, even the weakest of whom was a peak Soul Master of level forty-eight or forty-nine, he swallowed hard and turned his gaze to Lu Cheng: "This guy will probably take care of the others first, right..."

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Chapter 130 Beibei: Actually, I was convinced by the first punch, but that punch landed on my mouth (two sentences)

"Good, very good..."

A cold glint flashed across Gu Zhujian's face as he stared coldly at Lu Cheng, who strolled leisurely onto the stage, and Bei Bei, whose legs were trembling but who was forcing herself to stay upright, behind him. He then let out an angry snort.

Facing a team of their caliber, he still dared to go alone... In their eyes, Beibei was just an extra, after all, his combat strength had been demonstrated on the field, and he was only a slightly stronger Soul Master.

“Lu Cheng, the referee hasn’t declared the start yet. There’s still time to complete the lineup,” Gu Zhujian said coldly.

"No need," Lu Cheng said with a smile, shaking his head.

"it is good."

Gu Zhujian nodded, his face turning completely black. Without waiting for the referee's announcement, he led the entire Douling team to one side of the arena.

"Captain, he..." Xiao Feng, one of the team's three core members and a control-type player, said with a furrowed brow.

"Give it your all, and don't hold back in the slightest." With his back to Lu Cheng, Gu Zhujian strode forward, his anger subtly receding, replaced by a solemn expression.

Everyone knew how much those lunatics from Shrek Academy valued this match.

They're practically a bunch of fanatics. In every tournament, Shrek Academy beats and kills many people, leaving them with broken arms and legs. And these guys are ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to themselves. Even they are amazed by their ruthlessness.

Therefore, Shrek must have had some reason for sending this guy up.

In other words, at least in the eyes of everyone at Shrek Academy, Lu Cheng was almost certain to win the match. Knowing the strength of their Fighting Spirit Team, he still dared to make such a judgment, so this guy... was probably far more terrifying than they imagined.

There are still some very strong trump cards that have not yet been revealed.

"Get that Beibei off the field first."

Gu Zhujian said softly, "As for this guy, the main focus should be on..."

"Five Soul Kings against one Soul King, even if that guy is incredibly talented, our chances of winning are extremely high."

"Yes."

Beside him stood a tall, robust young man. Qian Yuan nodded slightly. Although he was taciturn, he was completely obedient to his captain, Gu Zhujian.

The rest of the team members all had solemn expressions.

"you……"

Beibei watched Lu Cheng's leisurely back, then glanced at the group of burly men opposite her. Her eyes twitched wildly. She wanted to beg Lu Cheng for help, but when she thought of Old Master Mu's instructions and Yan Shaozhe's efforts, she gritted her teeth. She could just lie low and stall for time. This kid was definitely confident that he could sweep the other side. As long as he could survive to the end, it would be a victory!

With that thought in mind, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"The match begins!"

But the moment the referee called for the start of the match, Beibei suddenly realized something was wrong.

Because there were seven people on the other side, at least three of them were charging straight at him.

To make matters worse, Lu Cheng dodged him and ignored him completely. Holding a crimson fire bow, he charged straight forward to fight the Soul King experts, including Gu Zhujian, in the distance.

"No, I..."

Beibei's pupils dilated in shock. Before she could finish speaking, she was instantly attacked face-to-face by Wang Hanling'er, the only agility-type battle spirit in the Douling team. The other opponent was Wang Qianyuan, a strong attack type battle spirit and one of the three core members, whose martial spirit was the Terror Claw Bear.

The latter punched Beibei hard in the mouth.

His teeth shattered, blood splattered everywhere, and his entire face instantly deflated.

Then came another heavy punch to the abdomen, followed by a series of heavy punches, and the agile attacker Han Ling'er also added damage. Clearly, the entire Douling team was furious with Shrek Academy, and very furious at that. But they wanted to deal with it slowly, because Lu Cheng was a tough nut to crack, so they decided to vent their anger on Bei Bei first.

Poor Beibei was beaten beyond recognition, but no one came to her aid.

Even though Yan Shaozhe was anxious and angry, he dared not call a halt or admit defeat.

After all, if they really called a halt, Shrek Academy would truly be eliminated in the top sixteen.

However, there are also elimination slots in the competition.

In other words, even if the opposing Douling team beat Si Beibei to death, it would be reasonable and compliant, since Yan Shaozhe was unwilling to surrender.

"Help! Help!!!"

Yan Shaozhe roared from below the stage.

Now, only Lu Cheng can save Bei Bei.

No one else can interfere.

"..."

Lu Cheng glanced at him, a smile appearing on his face, but completely ignored Bei Bei, who was being beaten like a punching bag. Instead, he continued to leisurely fight with Gu Zhujian and the others.

"Are you convinced?!!"

"Are you satisfied?"

Qian Yuan grabbed Bei Bei by the neck and roared in her ear.

The latter was bruised and swollen, curled up like a shrimp due to severe abdominal pain. He tried to speak, but his whole body was in pain, and his mouth was full of blood. Half of his teeth had been knocked out.

He actually gave in after the first punch, but unfortunately, the punch landed on his mouth. These guys were just too ruthless, like they were chasing after an irreconcilable enemy and hacking at him indiscriminately.

"Never mind, Qian Yuan." The agility-type Soul Master frowned slightly, glancing at Yan Shaozhe, whose face was already flushed red, and then at Lu Cheng, who was silently fighting Gu Zhu with his sword.

"I suspect I've been used as a tool to kill someone."

"..."

Qian Yuan snorted angrily: "Whatever, these Shrek guys are all arrogant idiots. Let them taste the might of my Fighting Spirit Team. Remember, next time they see me, they'll have to bow their heads and behave themselves!"

He patted the latter's swollen face, picked him up by the neck and threw him down. Wang Yan and the others in the distance hurriedly caught him, put him on a stretcher and carried him away.

The audience members below the stage had strange expressions, wondering what this meant.

The atmosphere in Shrek's rest area was eerily strange, and Yan Shaozhe stared coldly at Lu Cheng on the stage without saying a word.

But at this moment, something strange was happening in the center of the venue.

"Mysterious Bead!" Xiao Feng uttered softly, condensing a purple bead in his palm. Dense purple mist surged from it, enveloping half of the arena. At the same time, his eyes emitted a purple light, and his jet-black soul ring swayed beneath his feet as he desperately unleashed mental control skills, throwing them all at Lu Cheng.

But within seconds, Lu Cheng's expression remained calm.

But Xiao Feng suddenly cried out and knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, turning blackish-purple.

For a moment, his eyes looked somewhat dazed.

"Such terrifying mental power..."

"I've been hit by a backlash."

"Protect Xiao Feng, retreat! Form a battle formation!" Without uttering a single word, Gu Zhu Jian led his team directly towards Qian Yuan's direction, leaving Lu Cheng alone.

At this moment, the positions of the two sides have been switched.

"Set up the formation!"

Gu Zhujian's expression hardened slightly.

In the next instant, a Soul King, a Soul Master, two defensive Soul Masters, and a Earth-type Soul Master, completely cleaved half of the arena from the center. The enormous ruler, like a giant shield, stood across the center of the arena. Meanwhile, Tang Niu Niu, a support-type Soul Master, transformed into a raccoon, amplifying the abilities of Gu Zhu Jian and others who were at the core of the team.

Lu Cheng held a crimson arrow and drew the bowstring taut.

Three crimson arrows shot out like three golden crows, striking directly at the enormous ruler.

"Boom!!"

The sound of explosions continued incessantly.

At the same time, Chi Hengyu's fifth soul skill, Vajra Barrier, also collapsed instantly. The barrier, which had looked as solid as a rock before, was now covered with cracks.

"Pfft..."

Chi Hengyu coughed up blood: "Captain, I can't hold on much longer!"

"All right."

Gu Zhujian was not in a hurry. He held a metal disc-shaped object in his hand and placed it on a light blue giant cannon that had just been pieced together by everyone. The cannon immediately lit up, as if the last piece of the map had been completed.

"Level 7 Soul Tool, Thunder Cannon!!"

A smile appeared on Gu Zhujian's lips.

Even if you encounter a Soul Saint level expert, you can fight against them with this Thunder Cannon. What do you have to win?

Their Fighting Spirit Team is by no means without trump cards.

Although this Thunder Cannon is still quite different from the original from Mingdetang, at least it was pieced together, and its power is not much different from the original.

……

"Thunder Cannon, these guys actually..." Xiao Hongchen was dumbfounded.

"Hehe, that's quite innovative." Ma Rulong said with a smile, his arms crossed.

"Mingdetang Technology has been seriously leaked. Those guys are all crazy for gold soul coins. If this continues, will the core array of the soul guide mecha also be leaked?" Old Ma narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

As the head of Mingde Hall, I must speak with the hall master about this matter upon my return.

If this continues, Mingdetang will be completely devoured and wiped out by those parasites.

"A level seven soul tool, how is that guy supposed to deal with it?"

Lin Yu clicked his tongue in amazement.

Meng Hongchen's long, silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, her beautiful eyes filled with worry, her hands unconsciously clenching. A level seven soul-guided cannon—it could really kill people…

……

"Thunder Cannon?"

The Sun-Shooting Bow in Lu Cheng's hand slowly dissipated, but his eyes remained calm.

Clearly, he already knew what these guys were up to, but since he wasn't planning on playing in the finals, he wasn't willing to hold back any longer, so...

"Snow Emperor."

Lu Cheng silently called out to himself.